13 August 2012

You can walk, you can talk, you can fight

I'm feeling a bit better. You lot are good therapy. Or I really needed to break myself on that punchbag. One or the other.

Mycroft organising a bit of time for John and I alone was brilliant. We had such a good time together. I'm very glad to say that Mycroft and Sherlock both had a good time too.

The film was fantastic - sitting on a blanket in amongst the gravestones as night fell, watching on the big screen and hearing people shriek around us in the dark. It was perfect.

We also gave the degus a bath, and afterward they clearly decided they needed to get reacquainted...

I think they may have been copying John and my pose on the sofa... (I'd be the one on the bottom, mainly comatose...)

I've been told I should be back to my team after I work my nights. I'm glad, because this job is fairly boring, to be honest. And because it means they feel the threat from terrorism is under some sort of control.

Not so glad because my team are busy, and that's never really good news.

And I'm going to have to respectfully disagree with you, Lestrade - there's nothing ridiculous about feeling bad about feeling bad. It's a nasty trap to find yourself caught in, and it's only in hindsight that you can start to wonder WTF was going on. I'm very you're feeling happier :-D

Lestrade - ah right, sorry I misunderstood. Yeah, it's a daft what knots the mind can tie itself into; OTOH, it's awesome what strength, and clarity the human mind can bring to bear under the right circumstances too.

Hope work is going OK.

John - you having a reasonably restful evening after a couple of hectic days?

I didn't even make it to bed when I got in this morning. Fell asleep on the sofa getting my shoes off. Only to be woken shortly after by Sherlock who had been , i think, fired from a cannon, the speed he was travelling when he hit me.

Once he'd been fed and watered I went to bed properly. Am now up. Sun is shining. We should go and do something.

That song is hilarious. But John, if you don't want to feel like throttling Lancs Anon by the end of the day, don't let Sherlock hear it ;) It's on a par with the annoying toy that's given on Christmas Day which mysteriously loses its batteries before Boxing Day.

I did, after showering. Bloke I was stuck with is a smoker. I didn't cave in and have one, but it was close at about 3am. And my clothes still smell, as did the rest of me. So shower, bed...and now food and quite possibly more bed :)

Sites like Stonehenge are a problem, really. (Not that there are any precisely like Stonehenge, which is part of the problem.) if you keep people respectfully back aways with ropes and fences, it's just something to look at from a distance, and then what? You need to be right up in the middle of it to try to grasp the achievement and the meaning and all. But if you let people up close, they leave graffiti and litter and cause all kinds of damage and threaten the site's survival (just think of the cave paintings at Lascaux, just breathing in the caves has damaged the paintings). And a swarm of tourists sort of ruins the experience anyway. So what to do?

I realise I'm as old as dirt but all this talk of Avebury is giving me near fatal flashbacks to 'Children of the Stones' which for those who don't remember it was like 'Wicker Man' for children and was at the time one of the scariest things I'd ever seen.

I've always thought that courses like that looked interesting. But I can't help but wonder if the cars they have you drive are like rental horses -- they know the track better than you do, but the suspension is half-sprung and the steering is getting wonky, just from going round and round and round the same route.